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“Have you ever been inside?”
I coughed a short, cruel laugh. “Fuckboys are not permitted near the court riches.”
“Don’t do that.”
I faced him, drawn by his icy tone. His gaze had cooled, and his smile was long gone. I’d thought him distant before, when he’d looked at me this way, but in truth, he was guarding against revealing too much in his expression. “You put yourself down,” he said. “You believe you’re worthless. You’re so much more worthy than me, Lark, and I know I can’t make you see it, but one day you will, you’ll see yourself as I see you.”
“The ugly behind the beautiful?”
“Stop.” He lunged, capturing my face in a firm hand and pinning me to the back of the seat. “I will kill him for how he’s treated you.” He threw a leg over my lap and straddled my thighs, and suddenly my whole world became Arin. He was in my lap, holding my face, peering into my eyes, pinning me and smothering me at once. So fierce, so strong, so full of righteous fire.
“You want to kill the man I look like?” I smirked.
“Do not jest. I hate how I hear him when you put yourself down. It’s wrong. He’s wrong.”
I grasped his hips, marveling at their perfect fit in my grip, and lifting my chin, I peered into his eyes. “Careful, or you’ll stain all that princely white.”
His snarling lips softened and twitched into a smile. He shifted, relaxing into my hold, and trapped my legs under his ass. The fine fabric clutched at his crotch and thighs, tightening in all the right ways.
“Promise me—” His mouth teased my lips. “—that whatever happens, you will not blame yourself.”
He rocked forward, brushing against my growing erection, also pinned and about to become exceedingly painful. “That’s a big ask.”
“Promise me.” He rocked again, crushing my cock in the most delectable way. The pain of pressure throbbed.
“I promise,” I hissed between my teeth.
He looped his arms around my shoulders and tilted his hips, grinding higher.
“Are you getting off on me, Prince?” I asked.
“Do you think we can indulge?” He glanced at our booth’s closed door. People sometimes walked in the narrow walkway outside. I hadn’t seen anyone in a while, but the odds were that if he had his trousers around his ankles and my cock up his ass, we’d surely be interrupted. As much as I wanted to feel him under me, over me, anyway he liked, I also didn’t want to be thrown into the desert for a second time.
“Regrettably, I think we’re almost at our destination.”
He slammed a kiss on me instead, thrusting his tongue in, assaulting me in a full-body wave of lust that left us both breathless as soon as he staggered back to his feet. His dick bulged in his loosened trousers. “The white fabric is appropriately flattering.”
He followed my gaze. “Gods. Look what you do to me.” He gestured at his trapped cock, as though anyone needed directions to see it when it really couldn’t be missed. “I didn’t think to order undergarments too.”
A laugh burst out of me, made worse when he shot me a look of pure annoyance, reminding me of the frustrated prince who had failed at juggling.
“The more you sit there and laugh—”
I stood, grabbed one of the swinging handles above our heads with my left hand, and peered into his eyes. “There’s an easy way to deal with this. Hold on.”
“What?”
I dropped my right hand and made quick work of his trousers’ golden fastenings, then before he could protest or argue, I went to my knees, pried his dick free, and had it deep in my mouth, my tongue cupping its warm length.
Arin’s growling groan was all the permission I needed. I took him deep, sliding him down my throat, then partially withdrew, using my two fingers and thumb to pump as I sucked and lashed with my mouth and tongue. It had to be fast; we ran the risk of a passerby seeing us. I had him teetering almost immediately. He pushed back, trying to drive himself deeper and deeper, chasing the high. His free hand screwed into my short hair, twisting, igniting darts of pain and lust through me. I moaned around his dick, pulled my lips free, and jerked him off, his cock flushed, its tip leaking. He moaned and trembled, clinging to that handle and my hair. I pumped harder, my grip slick around his veined length. Arin threw his head back. “Going to…”
I sucked him back into my mouth, sealed my lips around him, and pumped. His breaths sawed, his body strummed like the strings of a violin, he shuddered, his grip switched to the back of my head, and Prince Arin spilled salty cum over my tongue while bucking, trying to drive himself deeper. I gagged around his dick, swallowed, and took more, his cock pulsing between my lips.
While he trembled, I sucked him clean, swallowed every drop, and straightened to look him in the eyes. The glare he returned was one of pure masculine satisfaction.
I wiped my thumb across my lips and flopped back in the seat, leaving Arin standing there a few moments, dick hanging out of his fine clothing, spent and ruined.
“Best put that away lest you give some passing lady a fright.”
